Quiet Hour

When I look into your eyes,
I see the life I’ve been reaching for—
the one I dreamed of long before I knew your name.
A future rises there, soft and certain,
as if it has been waiting for us.
When your hands find me,
I feel the truth of your love.
Your touch quiets every fear,
tells me I am safe,
tells me you care in ways words never could.
When you kiss me,
my heart melts into something warm and weightless.
There is a quiet fire between us,
a dream that opens only for two—
just us, and the sweetness of a single kiss.
When I sit here thinking of you,
a smile finds me without trying.
I see years unfolding gently,
a lifetime shaped by our happiness,
by choosing each other again and again.
I want to be the one you rest beside at night,
the one you wake to with a soft good morning.
I want to be the one you reach for,
the one you hold close,
the one you choose—
in this life, and in every tomorrow we touch.